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Submitted to Contest #232
Ashley let the flames hypnotize her, watching the scrawny river of heat and light flow up from a small pile of sticks and brush, foolishly carving out a tiny bubble of warmth amidst the powerful darkness that pressed in on them from all angles. It was horrifyingly wimpy compared to the raging fires she normally thought of when flames came to mind. She nervously glanced over her shoulder and quickly returned her gaze to the dying fire, her heart thumping loudly in the deafening silence. The darkness was absolute, a gruesome, thick absence o...
Submitted to Contest #231
I was sure that hope had abandoned me. I lay in bed pondering my hopelessness, and a part of me did have to wonder if perhaps I had been the one to abandon hope, but that only fueled my self-loathing. I stared up at the ceiling, tossing the blame back and forth between myself and hope. Tears tickled their way down my temples and around the back of my head, cold darkness enveloping me as I drifted to the bottom of a bottomless pit.Tomorrow was gone. Now didn't matter anymore. Yesterday was over. I had reached the end of everything.I sat up, d...
Submitted to Contest #230
Things weren't off to a great start. Edward could feel cool beads of sweat surfacing on his brow. He chuckled nervously and looked into her distant, glassy eyes. His stomach churned and he felt as though he were falling, his arms and legs flailing as he desperately sought to catch himself. "I'm really glad you're here with me," he said haltingly, watching her eyes for any indication of reciprocation or even understanding. It felt as though an elephant was standing on his chest and his mind was racing, frantically searching for any possible...
Submitted to Contest #229
Paul used to love the holidays. For fifteen years he fooled himself into believing his marriage was solid and he had everything he wanted. Now he browsed eBay as though it were Tinder, scrolling through the pages and pages of action figures from his childhood hoping to find a present for himself that might lift his mood and bring him some holiday cheer. Certainly nobody else was going to get him a present, so he might as well treat himself to something that could bring him back to happier times. His mom, a dainty woman with only half a f...
Submitted to Contest #228
My stomach twisted into a balloon animal while my eyes darted around the kitchen. The oven was going, the salad was prepped, the potatoes were boiling. My heart started pounding again. I have to get this right, I thought, running through the checklist again. The doorbell rang and I jumped like a horse had kicked me in the chest. I frantically wiped my hands on a towel and rushed to the door. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I turned the doorknob and pulled it open. "Jenny!" I declared, smiling. I took half a step forward, beginning t...
"I'm not telling him," Angelo breathed, his voice low and firm. Archbishop Ferdinand took a long, deep sigh. "Fine," he said, straightening his back and opening the ornate wooden door to the Pope's private study. He stepped in solemnly then made his way across the room, his robes flowing behind him leaving a wake of invisible turbulent air. Fitting, Angelo thought. Just because we can't see it, it doesn't mean it's not there. I'll have to use that in a sermon sometime. If we survive this. The archbishop had hunched over by the Pope and Ang...
Submitted to Contest #227
Chester pressed his thumb and index finger to each other, noting the dull, waxy ache as they changed from rosy pink to a sickening yellow. He breathed in sharply, the frigid air slicing at his nostrils and delivering a shock to his lungs that sent his core into overdrive. A deep, involuntary trembling started up like a little go-kart engine deep inside him somewhere, desperately trying to generate a bit more heat. He reached up and pulled the beanie he wore down over his eyebrows and buried his face in the blanket he had wrapped around his...
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